ReWilding Retreats

Once upon a time, 

there were three very different little girls... 

 who grew up to be three very different women. 

But they have three things in common: 

They're brilliant, 

They're beautiful and 

They worked for me. 

My name is Spirit.

And so it was
Feb. of 2014
these three women would come together
for the first time

bringing in the spring
with sacred circle

 

It would be months later

when one would get a tapping
a call

to bring the three together

to collaborate and birth

a space where women

would come together

and rebirth them selves.

So after months of planning,

coming together,

and bearing heart and soul to one another

ReWilding Retreats

has been brought to full life.

This is an offering of our hearts to yours...

from

The Bear

The Elk

The Owl

an offering blessed and over seen by Deer

 Our launch retreat will be 
Friday, April 24-2015 to Monday April 27th-2015
to be held at Mt. Hood, Oregon, USA
for more info go here
 

"A Soul or Spirit Doula is not the Doula of physical babies but of spiritual re-birth, dream seeds, and artistic/heart creations. 
It has been proven that when a birthing mother has another woman in the birthing space with her, it helps to put the woman at ease and bring her into alignment with her power and confidence; 
this enables her to move through the process in a strong way. 
So it is with spiritual rebirths and creative awakenings amongst women. We are of the mind that having a female support group during any great awakening, re-birthing, or creative unfolding, 
is helpful and healing  while igniting the woman's own strength 
enabling her to bring forth the offerings 
and truths of her own heart." 
~ReWilding Retreats

Collaboration is an unfolding and re-birthing

within itself

and as we move closer to our first retreat, of many

we each continue to rebirth into ourselves

as we learn and grow together

different and yet the same

alone and yet together. 

I have been blessed to be

a part of this call.

It was not something I expected

but I have come to know

that it is those things

that we do not expect

that enrich us the most

for we are able to allow

the flow

just that much more

so what It is can be just that

what It is.

We hope for a long
 and fruitful path of offering

for our selves

and those who join us...

Might that be you?

Come by and have a visit

ReWilding Retreats 

The Place of Re-Birth 

“Grace fills empty spaces, but it can only enter where there is a void to receive it, and it is grace itself which makes this void.” ― Simone Weil

Allow us to hold the void....for you 
 

Love and Light

 

Mud...and The Return...of Life

The Return

 
Some day, if you are lucky,
You'll return from a thunderous journey
trailing snake scales, wing fragments
and the musk of Earth and Moon.

 Eyes will examine you for signs
of damage, or change
and you too will wonder
if your skin shows traces
of fur, or leaves,
if thrushes have built a nest
of your hair, if Andromeda 
burns from your eyes.

Do not be surprised by prickly questions
from those who barely inhabit
their own fleeting lives, who barely tastetheir own possibility, who barely dream.

If your hands are empty, treasureless,
if your toes have not grown claws
if your obedient voice has not
become a wild cry, a howl,
you will reassure them.

We warned you,
they might declare, 
there is nothing else,
no point, no meaning, no mystery at all,
just this frantic waiting to die.

And yet, they tremble, mute,
afraid you've returned without sweet
elixir for unspeakable thirst, without
a fluent dance or holy language
to teach them, without a compass

bearing to a forgotten border where
no one crosses without weeping
for the terrible beauty of galaxies
and granite and bone. 

They tremble,
hoping your lips hold a secret,
that the song your body now sings
will redeem them, 

yet they fear
your secret is

dangerous, 
 shattering,
 

and once it flies from your astonished mouth, 
they, like you, 
must disintegrate
before unfolding 
tremulous wings

-Geneen Marie Haugen

I wish I had written those words
they resonate so deep within my bones
I remember the day I first read them
a number of years back
they felt like they were written just for me

but truly I hope they touch deeply all who read them 
waking the soul within
to venture past what you know
to grasp what you have not touched before
 and stand in a place
unfamiliar

this month I gave to myself
truly the best gift I have given
I indulged my self
in spiritual quests
and heart expanding ventures
it was a fruitful month

I lived in the intent
of my spirit
listening closely
to God
in all the forms
that God Is
and I was 
blessed

The mud of life can be cold
and seem cruel
but nothing is without purpose
nothing without reason

I am bursting forth with expression
Creativity has taken her place 
with in the walls of my being
and I can only explain this vast shift happening
because I showed up
because I grasp on to what was waiting
I listened 
I believed
I trusted

that even in the thick of the mud
of life
the sun would still shine...

and
it
did
and 
it
continues
to
do
so

I was once a lost soul
tortured by my past
lost in my today
and disconnected from my tomorrow
I once walked the dark damp halls of depression
feeling less then
unwanted
damaged

I smiled
and tried
really tried to grasp on to the joy
any joy I could
all the while
no one could see
the storm that raged inside

Those days are but a memory
My life is my own
a gift from the heavens
a gift from the earth
a gift from a God so mysterious
that even the name God
is not enough

I am whole
I am complete
I am on the journey of a life time
and it is full of mad goodness
and beautiful pain
and I am loving
every breathe
every moment
every thing

Puhpowee.

The mysterious force that builds in the dark, rising to press up from the soil, up from the mud, up from the earth in a sudden surge of emergence, ascension. 

This is where I dwell this year
in the mysterious mud of new beginnings
the birthing place of new life
and all things sacred...

lovelies
I hope to see you there

Love and Light

these images were captured by my dear sister-friend Debbie 
who I talked into taking them for me
I really wanted to mark this time in a grand sort of way
with great intension
I have to say it is the first time in my life
when I have totally be able to recognize myself in the pictures
For one who is usually on the other side
of the lens
this was a true gift
thx Deb xo

Shanti
Shanti
Shanti

Exfoliation

Sometimes it feels like what I know

is just beyond my finger tips

The things I had

so firmly in my grasp

Securely they were tucked away 

into my pouch of knowledge

And some I cradled

in the palm of my hand

My heart swelled

with Divine Truth

A Truth I did not need to defend

or explain

And then it's gone

Vanishing before my very eyes

Leaving nothing but 

the sparkle of fairy dust behind

As if to remind me of what I once

had...but lost

Like a helium balloon whose string

has just slipped from my grasp

I run after it 

unable to reach the strings end

And I sadly watch it

as it move further and further away from me

until it eventually disappears from my view

I know it was there

I know it was real

But in this moment

there is nothing to prove it's existence

except for what is in my memories

These are the days when I slow right down

almost to a stop

I gather in what I know to be true

Even if I can't feel it in my soul,

I gather it in

I let the mud and mire fill my boots

I sink up to my knees

my hips

my waist

Movement is hard

but still possible

I don't know when or how I will be release

but I know I will

Even as it slips up around my throat

and eventually covers my head

I adjust

Divinely I shift to suit the environment around me

and I continue to move forward

ever so slowly, it would seem

For I am in  constant transformation

Metamorphosis is always taking place

And some season bring bigger changes

As is the season I find myself in now. 

It is the season to

Dig Deep

Slay Demons

Move Mountains

Cross Chasms

Stand Naked

Only to find out

The Deep has already been dug

The Demon, the Mountain and the Chasm

were all of my own design

and

to realize

I am always naked.

Nothing has left my grasp

My grasp was the very thing

that turned what I had

into fairy dust

giving the illusion

of It being gone

Do with out Doing

Live within the Fierce Stillness of your Soul

Let your Fire Burn freely

Be fully and completely your Wild Self

 theses are the messages

whispered to me as I exfoliate within the mud

words being etched onto my soul

stitched into my heart

while other words...

other mantras

are being removed.  

This month of April

I give to myself

as I am in

yet another

season of re-birth.

This month will be for me

to give to myself

what I need most

to nurture my heart

to hold my dreams

to tend to the wounds

and build on my strength.

This is the time

I wrap myself in my Divine love

and watch myself bloom

Love and Light